Wasteland Becomes Immortal

Shen An traveled through time. On the third day after landing, the registration certificate was delivered to the straw shed - "No Spiritual Root". Three words, one red stamp. In this world where spiritual energy determines everything, not having spiritual roots is equivalent to a death sentence. The sect monopolizes the spiritual veins, and casual cultivators pick up what is left by the sect. From the first level to the second level of Qi refining, some people have been working on it for three years, some have been working on it for five years, and some have been working on it for a lifetime. Shen An couldn't even enter the first floor - the spiritual energy was sucked in and dissipated when it reached his chest. But he was a small businessman in his previous life. Purchase goods in Yiwu, open a store in Pinduoduo, and do whatever you want to make money. He can settle accounts, bargain, and can tell how much money is left in someone's pocket just by looking at him. Shen An bought a spiritual hoe with a cracked opening. Because he noticed that the soil on the hands of the old man selling seeds was dark red and extremely high in iron. This kind of soil usually means there are abandoned mineral veins underfoot. And everyone is looking at the sky, no one is looking at the feet. Starting from an abandoned spiritual field, starting from five shriveled seeds that no one wanted, starting from an earth wall with "buy" and "for sale" written in charcoal - he established an information matching system in the corner of the gathering place for casual cultivators. The former alchemy apprentice helped him manage the quality of the medicinal materials, the Master of the Lost Array helped him improve the soil, the miner who lived alone helped him dig out the abandoned mineral veins, and the old farmer who had been farming the land all his life helped him use his fingers to find out the direction of the mineral veins. A person without spiritual roots twisted a group of people who were abandoned by the world of immortality into a machine that can operate autonomously. When the large sect finally noticed the anomaly in this corner of the casual cultivator, they discovered that there was already a set of business rules here that they could not understand. "I'm not here to practice. I'm here to do business."